Morning walk

I walk past the field in our village for which a planning application has been put in for 124 houses pretty well every morning. I have no idea whether or not the proposed plans will succeed. What I plan to do is photograph my walk every morning, so that even if it all goes, there will be a record of what it was like.

This morning it was drear. Driving rain, cold and windy. Dog doesn't mind wind or rain, but doesn't like them both together, and was waiting impatiently for me to catch up. She was supremely unimpressed by my faffings with the camera.


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